I imagine it every day, how you can just watch
a young soul getting murdered
countless others you have witnessed too
you do not care about us, nor that we have suffered
My mind cannot bear it, my body handle it
and yet here you are, you won’t quit
what needs to change so that you can consider it
that you and I, we are not a good fit.
You watched us eat dirt and sand
you never aided us, gave us a hand
that is why you are heartless
I don’t know why I didn’t expect anything less.
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